Being a local means getting tuna on one's pizza

July 16

All those Czech classes must be paying off (or most likely just my Slavic appearance), because people are starting to think that I am a local. They talk to me (or more like at me) in Czech, even after I have a brief conversation with them in English. And only after a minute of me staring at them like a lost, confused tourist, they resort to speaking English. Of course, I am flattered. I guess my "Dobrý den", "Prosím", and "Děkuju" sound proper. On the other hand, if being a local means ending up with tuna on my pizza, I graciously decline. (Seriously, who in heaven's name thought tuna was a good idea on a pizza?) That said, it is a good feeling to feel more assimilated. Constantly feeling like an outsider has started taking a toll on me, so small moments like that where people mistake me for a local are refreshing and much appreciated.